The Cecil Whig., 1887-06-04

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arsenical poisoning. Emetlcs were
administered and the patients soon re-
lieved. Miss Wright was the most seri- |
ously affected. The cause of the sickness
was traced to some lettuce which had been |
eaten at dinner. The lettuce bed in Mrs. |
Earle's garden is near the potato patch.
and it is supposed that some Paris green
used on the potato vines lodged on the
lettuce and was eaten with tho result
stated. d.-CentrccWe Obse1 GER.
Letter From Nevada.
Spectdi correspondence OF The Hhig.
REvEILLE, NEVADA, May 23, 1887.
The flower covered plains. the blue sky
and the yellow sunlight of California are
left behind. am over the mountains in
Nevada, that State which is today terra
inc0g4itd to four ffths of the people
of the United States; as, if known at all,
is known only as it shows itself along the
G. Z. railroad, and the greater part of the
people who pass over thai line are inter
ested i'll the country but few minutes
after they have crossed the line (Ne-
vada). Those few minutes are those of
disappointment, for the dry sage, brush
covered valleys and brown sterile looking
mountains soon weary the vision of the
traveller over the ''Overand." Iu dis
gust they turn from the scene and devote
their time to reading some romance or
paper and there will be some who will
sit and gaze out over the plains and what
is over the brown looking mountains seen
in the distance. But with all her dryneSs
desert looking valleys and rugged noun
tains, Nevada is not without her charms
to those who will take the trouble and
stand the hardships of trip across the
country and take in the ranges mounted
on the hurricane deck of a Nevada cay
use. There may be times when the ven
turesome traveller, the seeker after the
Nevada grand, will sigh for the comforts
of home; when he sees the yellow cloud
drifting and rolling along far ahead of
him, hiding the mountains, burying the
valley he will say what is it?" he will
watch with interest the tall twisted col
umns of different coors arising from the
yellow cloud and exclaim chow grand ~
Then as his journey becomes restive his
attention is occupied for few minutes
seeing that his anchors are all fast, all
danger of capsizing being over he
turns to view the yellow fog in the dis
tance, he has not far TO view, in fact his
views is gone, lie fuds himself sur
rounded by whirling sand storm. all
landmarks are gone, and if he has no
trail he must pull his saddle or run before
the storm.
Again when wandering among the up
per plateaux during the months of June
and July the traveller for pleasure will
have visions of his Eastern home, of
thermometer standing at ninety in the
shade, but the cool winds from the Pine
clad mountains will fan his cheek, the re
sinous odors from the Pine cones
will bring day dreams of the time
when as a boy, he went pcnicking in
the well known groves of the old home
state.
When the green corn tasels waving,
When the berries ripening turn,
Where the brooks cool waters laving,
Where rocky falls the waters churn.
Lost in dreams of the past, or wonder
ing how it is that the beautiful summer
climate of Nevada is not more appreci
ated, he sees not the dark line of cloud
which is drifting rapidly down from the
northward until an icy blast like the
sharpened scythe of death, brushes his
cheek, he glances up in surprise Just in
time to meet the first large tlakes-the
advance guard of binding snow storm,
hurriedly he turns his horse and seeks the
the shelter of some canyon there to con-
tlnue his medltatlons now changed to
wonder at the quick changes of climate in
the upper country of Nevada.
In time one becomes familiar and AL
most friendly with scenes and expert
ences like these, and after an absence of
a few months it seems home like to get
back among the sand and Sagebrush to
tind the same wild winds sweeping rest
lessly up and down the wide deserted
valleys. Deserted did | say? No for the
same band of vagabond wolves will be
there to make night echo with their long
drawn howl, the same bashful cayote
steals through the sagebrush, and with
| the wild rush of a wnirlwind. sweeps
down upon any bone ranch which may be
near his range, in search of cats or small
dogs who may be unwary enough to
stray few yards from the sbuidings
then when the shades of evening gather
at the wee short hour agent the trivial
or at any time between that and sun up,
he may be heard raising his gentle voice
III complaining notes to the moon, per-
haps bewailing the sordidness of the pale
face for not raising more cats and small
dogs for his cayoteship, to lunch upon;
SSoh "hou euC ois, ups iiSC Sobo liic'l VI
his midnight matinee and cautiously
sallies out on deeds of valor bent, and
sends coy fleeing into the Wilderness his
triumph is short lived for that worthy is
soon Joined by his pard, and together
they turn the table upon Tige. The
race is now to the swift, and the result
forgone conclusion. The warlike ranch
dog will reach and gasp, while the gravel
will backward fly as he wakes his go as
you please race for the shelter of the
buildings, then for the rest of the night
he is satisfied to let the sagebrush min
strel sing in peace as for that free lance
of the plains he winks knowingly at his
pard with 'didn't we do it slick style.
Then they betake themselves to the
desert IN long gailop, which bodies no
good for any stray jack rabbit found
lettering In their path and if nothing
happens to stay their amble, couple OF
hours may find them industriously chas-
ing some lone calf or a cow ranch forty
or fifty miles away.
| mist not forget the silent song bird
of the desert, the long cared jack rabbit.
He is here, his ears are long and each has
an independent flap of its own, his legs
too are timber, and each seems to have
some particular direction it would like to
go, the result is "a queer combination of
legs, ears and rabbit; but with all Jack
has the gift of speed. 1t is we'll for him,
his worst enemy, old Ky, but little less
speedy than himself is ever on the look
out for poor Jack. | might go on and
tell of other residents of Nevada more
tame but less pleasant. The deadly
rattesnake co!led up by some sunwarmed
rock. The queer little horned toads, the
beligerant tarantula, and the countless
lizards of every size and color, but they
will keep. We will leave them on the
hot sands and close.
J. J. FULTON.
The Ladies' Waiting room.